Chapter 46 Soviet Union on the other side of the wall

On the other side of the courtyard wall of my house is the school playground, and in the distance, there are teaching buildings that are sometimes quiet and noisy, and there are staff dormitories where chickens and ducks are screaming from time to time.This is a nine-year school, the only school in the township. Many children in mountainous areas are too far away to go to school, so they have no choice but to board from the first grade of elementary school.When I walked through the campus, I often saw some children washing their faces, hands, dishes, and even taking off their belts to shit under the guidance of the nanny.The older students regard sweeping the floor as a carnival, using the broom to stir up the yellow dust in the sky, and stir up the giggling joy.There were also some students rehearsing the guard of honor there, but the Young Pioneers did not behave in a very standard manner. Not only did they shrink their heads, but their small arms were bent like hooks, hooking their own small heads, as if they were cowering in case they got into trouble and were afraid of being beaten.

At some point, there was a song from the former Soviet Union over the wall: Back then my mother, I didn't close my eyes all night, Walk with me all over my hometown, Farewell to parents and neighbors. It was just dawn, She sent me on a long journey. Gave me a towel, She wishes me the best of luck... It is a famous Russian song that is being taught by a teacher.I am very curious, why a song that has disappeared in my ears for decades appeared in this corner of the old mountain and crashed into my twilight?What's more interesting is that from this song, the other side of the courtyard wall has almost become the former Soviet Union, "Katyusha", "Tricycle", "Small Road", "Cranberry Blossoms", "Volga Boatman" ", "Evening in the Suburbs of Moscow" and so on, all of which became crisp and clear children's voices, which often made me feel like I was in another world, as if I was in a dream. Wave to the cavalry army of the Red Boys.

One day, I finally couldn't help it, and went to school to inquire about the female teacher who taught songs, and asked why she had a soft spot for these old songs—these songs were somewhat sad and heavy no matter how they sounded.The news I got is: the teacher is a little girl, the four-month substitute class here has ended, and she has just returned to the county. Just as pear blossoms are blooming all over the field, A soft veil floats on the river... The singing left by the little girl whirled around the campus from time to time, like scattered Bo Gongying drifting in the wind without knowing where to go.The seeds they bring may germinate or wither in the evening under the bloody setting sun.